Overhead light

Overhead light 

Never goes out, 

hours quake slowly by.

Across the eeiry clockface,

A slow shadow looms;

Ticking hands of doom. 

Show minutes consumed, 

never hours, 

merely witness 

to monumentous

Monotonous

moments, entombed.

Nightmares swirl in

During the low 

hours of doubt,

Like sand blowing

Across the desert of time.

Alien bursts from 

stomach ache wounds

To take over the ward,

Anxious shouts heard 

from terrified lungs

Fear explodes 

Clouded by worry

sung so loud.

a beeping flurry 

alarming dawn chorus.

As the sounds 

of the morphine nights

Fade merrily from us.

I hear the traffic 

passing outside,

Then silence 

the outside devoured in a bite,

and it's all

Bringing me down. 

The sounds 

ringing around, 

the visions 

stalking the ground, 

footsteps that pound 

Prowling the corridor

so loud, 

but no one appears.

No figure peers, just

an invisible witness 

to my tears?

Or a ghost 

merely visiting?